GAMBOY - 11thour Lyrics

Mmm, feel it
It's almost midnight
Let's get prepared
Way past the eleventh hour, and my desire to bow out

Forever hollows, or gets devoured, will never follow
Anything I'm doin' is lead and solid, clever, and I'm never sour
A rebel on edge with a better power than any hedge fund owner or lettuce head
Credible doubter, ahead of the town here

Pedal to the metal, no prouder pedestrian
Equestrian, obsessed thespian, or pet in
Heat streakin' while at the head of the meeting
So rest, sleep in, quit bein' a pest

Seekin' to leap in, with more stress
Leavin' with aggressive breathing'
Put to the test, no one's beatin'
Blessed beings, understand what the rest not seein'

So let's begin, be friends or quit speakin'
Sit, sink deep in, quit lip-sinkin'
Quick link in, I'm just thinkin'
If you let the king in, you'd quit shrinkin'

Dear sinners, this is an interesting story
Doin' this for his glory, practically writin' it for me
I type this at 40, on the mic not to boar thee
Though out of sight of your needs, I hope you're kneelin' on your knees

Prayin' for righteousness for me, not out of spite, but I'm sore
Please God, shine through me like a light no more
Morning, wanna be bright like the sun in the morning
More than twice, I lost a life I adore, geez

This mic is my life, I abhor grief
Might sound corny, but I need a light on this journey
Help me do what's right with discerning
Up all night, tryin' to learn things

Heal my sight, increase my earnings
My insides are yearning, practically burnin' for the word king
Searchin' as I'm lurkin' in every corner, still nursing
But first thing we do as earthlings is take the first swing, start cursing

Bursting into flames like the cures a fling
Searchin' for a purse, but it's on strings
Fake like clip-on things, glitter picks and rings
Sick of the bitter me spittin', silly, it is sickening

Twisted like if I bought clip-on wings
Addicted to dip and mischief, still sittin' king
Missions to pick up on things, I'm slippin' into music
And as you're listenin' to it, notice it is a movement

And the beat's groovin', feels wickedly smooth
When you see soothing happen to all who gettin' into it
Triggers confusion, is it a sick illusion
Misconstrued or just some fusion

Mixin' beats with clips of clues
Then dissin' the streets, collusion
Cause this is the heat of the movement
Feels abusive, but it's okay

I'm addicted to losin', still rippin' on through it
Livin' improvement, here I am
You're gettin' intuitive
Fear my man from prison to booze

Build a bridge, then missile like boom hits
The crew's lit, consumed in fire
Now noon hits, no time to retire
Way past the eleventh hour

And my desire to bow out
Forever hollows or gets devoured
Will never follow
Anything I'm doin' is lead and solid

Clever and I'm never sour
A rebel alto, not for rent
My motto, I inspect El Gato
You can check, I'm stock flow

My core is God chose
Elected el paco, free man by your neck
So swallow, digest what follows
Next to models, but won't suggest a collar

If you're correct, have foul doe
And as impressed, the crowds grow
Attempt to tempt, get turned down though
Collectin' checks, it's what's on deck

Now vamanos, adios muchacho
Bet I'll bomb though
Got no rep or mob, so
Guess I'll chomp on my next song

As my tongue grows, I'll just upload a messy solo
Invest pressin' onward